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Cats Rule – Pigs Drool!

 Hello blogville – Hemi here.  Can you say busted little piggy?  I told you I could get better pictures of the roaming chickens.  I set up the situation Saturday afternoon.  I then sat a few feet away from the door… just waiting.  Cause you know, us lions are good at waiting.  I must have sat there for hours… okay maybe it was 30 minutes.  Who could sit longer with that pig and dog running around here at the Hotel Thompson.

Then it happened.  I heard them first but I waited patiently.  I saw a couple of these 2 piece snacks walk in front of my door.  That’s when I silently stalked up to the door and peering over the threshold.  If you wait, more will come and that’s what I did.  At one time, I counted five babies… then the mom showed up.   Look closely at the picture to the right above where I am standing – you can see her head.

And we are right.  As soon as the pig and dog spotted them and started making enough noise to wake the dead – rolls kitty eyes – they ran back to the neighbors house and went into their backyard.  They so live there!  Can you say busted?




Posted by on 08/22/2016 in Bacon, Hemi


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I Have Proof!

 Can you say busted?!  I knew there were chickens living near me.  I’ve heard them.  I’ve seen them.  But of course when anyone of importance comes by for a visit, they can’t be found or heard.  Well there they are.  The proof is in the picture… or my front yard.  Mom was going to the car the other day and saw them.  She took this picture.  And although it is fuzzy (she’s not as good as me taking pictures), you can see them!  There is a mom and babies.  See the little balls in the middle – babies!

These are what I’ve been hearing right near my bedroom window.  They belong to the neighbor next door.  When mom tried to get closer, they ran in their backyard.  So there you go – PROOF of the ‘farm’ next door.

Now, I’m off to make lunch plans.  For some reason, I’m craving a two piece snack with not so many feathers – snorts with piggy laughter.

Oh and P.S.  I’ve now turned this investigation over to Hemi here at the Hotel Thompson.  He told me he could get ‘clearer’ pictures.  Shaking my head.  He always has to try to ‘up me’ on one.  Let’s see if he can this time.



Posted by on 08/19/2016 in Bacon


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A Favorite Video of Me!

I know sometimes it’s hard to believe I’m a little pig in a big world but I am. I try to have fun with every day life and I *never* take anything too serious. Most days – I’m just snorting my way through life and enjoying every moment here at the Hotel Thompson. I like to think that I have mommy wrapped right around my hooves – just where I want her. That’s a good thing cause you know well she treats me just like her little baby.

I thought I would share one of my all time favorite videos that mom took of me not too long ago. It’s a great video if I do say so myself. You know about the old country past time of ‘tipping a cow’? Well, here at the Hotel Thompson we have some of the simple fun times as well. Mom likes to ‘tip the pig’. I know that sounds kind of nasty but it’s really not. It just means that she likes to tip me. Okay – still not sounding too good, huh? Why don’t I just show you the video so you understand. Enjoy my friends!


Posted by on 07/22/2013 in Bacon


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How I Was Adopted


Mommy tells me this story sometimes at night when she is putting me to bed. She’s always wanted a miniature pot bellied pig as a pet. She’s also always wanted to name him Bacon. 🙂 As far back as she can remember, she’s dreamed of having a little piggy follow her around like Mary had a little lamb. A little piggy to call hers that was loving, sweet and devoted to her.

Her dream was put on hold due to unforeseen life situations, but in the back of her mind she still always dreamed about that piggy. She wasn’t blessed with children and that dream started rising back up once she got settled in married life. There was something missing.

In early October 2011, mommy came across an ad, just by chance, that was advertising piglets for sale before the winter season arrived. She spoke to daddy about the ad and he knew her long time dream of wanting a piggy. He told her to go for it.

She called and spoke with the lady who was all the way in Kentucky but there just wasn’t a connection and that was a really LONG ride from home. She didn’t let that stop her though. She started looking locally for someone that had newborn piglets for sale before the winter. What she found out was that early October was a great time to look. There were lots of piglets out there that needed adoption before winter kicked in full force.

Somehow in her calling, she called the same lady twice by accident. It was strange how this happened. There was also a connection there. Both times that mom talked to this lady, she happened to be holding me or feeding me. She talked about how sweet and loving I was. She even told mom that she would come down on her price for me.

Mom jumped and told her that she wanted me. Mom told her, “Please do not sale him to anyone else.” This was on a Thursday. She got directions, requested to be off of work the next day and told the lady she would meet her the next day to get me. Mom asked for her to take a picture on her cell phone and send it to her so she could see the precious bundle. While she waited for the picture, mom was as nervous as an expectant mother. Soon, she would see her baby for the first time. She called dad and told him what she had located and that she was waiting for the first picture of her baby.

A few minutes later, mom’s cell phone pinged. Mom was so excited that she could barely get her phone turned on to look. Then, she saw me for the first time.

She cried. It was an instant connection. She loved me before she even met me in person. She was so excited that she had a hard time sleeping that night. All she could talk about was ‘the new baby coming’. She fixed my room up and got everything prepped for the delivery.

The next morning, mom and dad hit the road for the 3.5 hour drive to pick me up all the way in Bruxton, Georgia. You know the conversation revolved around me. How was I going to act when she met me? Would I accept her? How was I going to act around the purr things? Would I adapt to adopted life?

Then, she finally got here. I had just eaten my lunch. My caretaker was talking to mom about how to handle me, how fast I can be, what I eat, etc. I turned and saw mom for the first time. She picked me up and I immediately snuggled right under her chin and went to sleep. I could feel my heart beat with hers and I was at home. My caretaker told mom that it was a perfect match. I already knew that. I was 3 weeks old and weighed a whopping 1 pound.

This was almost a year ago. In fact, October 6, 2012 will be a year since my adoption date. I came home that first day and it was like I had been there all of my life. I’m like any other child. I have good days and I have bad days. Since I act like a child, they treat me like a child.

I am spoiled and I know that I’m not like regular pigs. I have my own room, my own sleeping bed, my own television and room service. 🙂 When I’m sweet, I can be sweet Bacon. When I’m bad, I can be deviled ham. Heck, I can’t be good 100% of the time, can you? But I am loving, very gentle, snuggly, fun, and so much company. A lot of times, mom says she doesn’t even look at me as a pig. Sometimes I act like a small puppy except I have a snout, hooves, I grunt and snort. Mom says I’m very entertaining when I’m running through the house barking.

But in the end, it all remains the same. Mommy loves me and I love her.


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Posted by on 09/26/2012 in Uncategorized


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